Chop Chop Fruit Novels & Stories

He looked around and confirmed everything was fine before approaching the broken tree. This tree was so thick that it required five to six people to stand around it. It had borne a lot of translucent shiny fruit that shone with a soft silver light. They contained pure vitality, which was quite surprising. "That's a thick wave of vitality. These fruits are extraordinary. They contain the essence of vitality and can be sold for an exorbitant price!" A look of delight appeared on Chase's face. He took out his knife and cut the tree into two. He took a fruit the size of his fist.

Soon, a rich aroma filled the air, making everyone swallow unconsciously. Some couldn’t hold back their curiosity. “Clar, what is this tool?” “And that red fruit—isn’t it poisonous?” Clar answered patiently, her tone gentle and clear. “This is a stone pot, used for cooking. You can add coarse salt while stir-frying. And this red fruit is chili—it’s not poisonous. I’ve eaten it many times. You can also add this yellow one—ginger. It enhances the flavor.” Her calm explanation gradually softened everyone’s attitude. The old, unnoticed Clar had long faded from memory. In their eyes now, she was someone entirely different—a savior of the tribe.

Chapman said briskly. "Chapman, you generally have a way. I'll go get them at this moment!" Chris quit crying. Before long, Chris got a couple of bits of Bronte's tissue and bones. Then, them three stuffed the meat into the penknife. It resembled a meat processor. The cutting edge pivoted and hit the tissue and bone, uttering a sound that made one's teeth hurt.

“In fact, they’re quite tasty—and very nutritious. They’re called kookiya.” He reaches over my shoulder and grabs the handle of my machete, then leaps up into the trees, pulling my machete free from its sheath as he does so. He lands nimbly upon one of the lower branches, perhaps fifteen feet above us. With one swift slash of my blade, he cuts loose a half-dozen of the fruit, which tumble to the ground in front of us. A second slash to his other side provides a similar harvest. Kai jumps down. His bare feet scarcely make a sound as he alights beside me.

Taking the chosen fruits, he carefully washed them under cool running water, cherishing the feel of each piece in his hands. Next, he brought out the blender, its powerful motor ready to turn the fresh fruits into a delightful concoction. With practiced movements, he peeled the banana and added it to the blender, followed by the hulled strawberries. He squeezed the fresh orange juice, letting the drops fall gracefully into the mix.

“Do you like cherries? That little red fruit, perfect, usually enjoyed in syrup with some food or drink…” “I know what a cherry is, Olívia.” “Do you like them?” “What does this have to do with what we’re talking about?” “Do you like them or not, Gabe?” “I… like them.” “Did you know that sometimes the cherry you eat is made from chayote?” I burst out laughing, unable to stop, my stomach aching. It’d been ages since I laughed that hard.

, which involved draining the whole thing of water, which made all the difference and preserved all the sweet-and-spicy flavor. Five mouth-watering minutes later and Kate was ready to attack her share. Dion opened two bottles of soda that also came from the Home Ec fridge. He uncapped them against the metal plate of the door jamb. “Oh wow! You’ve got to teach me that sometime.” He shrugged and said: “It’s just simple physics.” Dion handed her a fork and poised a pair of personal wooden chopsticks above his plate. “You can use chopsticks?!” Kate half-screamed.

Aw! Sweeping the floor and watering the plants in my mini balcony makes me hum happily. I started to arrange the kitchen ware, Fridge, stove, and the pantry makes me sweaty. I cut some broccoli, carrot, cauli flower and etc. to make a dish. It's a famous vegetable dish in the philippines a "chop suey" Maybe, I will just toast a chicken too for my whole day meal. I just finish everything and it makes me yawn. I forgot about the scenarios a while ago.

“Chop. Even slices. Not chaos.” Amy huffed, bringing the blade down. “You make cooking sound like combat.” “It is,” he replied smoothly. “Just less honest.” She started chopping, but the first few cuts were jagged and uneven. Drake sighed, a sound of pure patience wearing thin. “You’re thinking too much.” “I’m trying not to chop my finger off like you warned me.” “Then stop hesitating.” Amy shot him a burning look but forced herself to focus. Slowly, a rhythm found its way to her—more confident, more steady.

“How long will it take for the fruits to ripen?” The pig demon said, “One hour at least.” As expected, this pig demon had a knack for this. Alex nodded. “Fine. I’ll figure out a way within this one hour. You’ll be in charge of plucking the fruits. Hey, let me show you something.” He took out a Chaos Tree branch. “Do you recognize this?” The pig demon was wide-eyed. “Chaos... Chaos Tree?” Alex said with a smile, “That’s right. It’s the Chaos Tree. I even have the Chaos fruits. Do you want some?”